[Matt's been holed up in his apartment lately, amusing himself by playing with Lego Mindstorms. It seems appropriate, even though Lego invariably makes him think of Near from his world, which invariably makes him feel guilty. He's been fueled mostly by Red Bull and Twizzlers the last couple of days, and even pulled an all-nighter because the wiring ( Read more... )

[Matt's playing with computer innards when he hears what sounds like hail against the windows and goes to investigate.

It's not hail. It's a pastel rainstorm, bouncing off the gutters, collecting in the street below. Matt opens his window, plucks one of the pieces from the sill, and eyes it dubiously. It's a candy heart.]

What the actual fuck,